surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Oh, To Weave the Magic
My dream is to weave the magic that holds you, grips you tightly Whether in joyful laughter, deep sadness or terrifying horror
Paul StewartPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - February 2024
Sand Castles and Siren Songs
This little heartfelt piece of poetry was inspired by Poppy's Prompts for February, which is linked at the end so you can join. Poppy gave several words to choose from, with the option of using one or all. Right away, "siren" and "sand castle" called out to me, and this poem was born.
Holly PheniPublished 2 months ago in Poets Life is a Journey
Life, a journey as vast as the sea, A poet emerges to capture its mystery. With words as their compass and verse as their guide,
The Power of Money
In the realm of wealth and its allure, There exists a poet with words so pure. They delve into the power money holds, Crafting verses that reveal its stories untold.
Emergence
For many years, I've wintered here: This watery grave, turned stone cold in endless snow. The walls this well erects around itself have held no meaning, save the one that I have given them in solemn grief. Meaning, in the the sense that there is reason to it. Reason, in that I have needed one to stay so small. Small, because I could not seem to see the water rise from the heaviness in me, or let it lift me up with it like Aesop taught us.
Unspoken
In twilight's tender embrace, whispers unsaid, A dance of shadows, secrets widespread. Silent symphony, hearts in rhythmic beat,
Waqas AshrafPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Coin's Lament
In vaults of steel, it gleams and gleams, The currency of dreams, of schemes, A force that drives the world's extremes,
Amour in its grandest fashion
The virtues of the bounty existence falter in its firm stance, As the mellowed glance of beauty in its amorous rhythm strikes its dance.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Soul
In the depths of night, when shadows creep, A silent longing stirs, hushed and deep. A whispered melody, soft and pure, A poem of love, forever endure.
Beyond Words: A Tapestry of Infinite Verse
In the realm of dreams, where shadows dance, Where words take shape and hearts find a chance, I weave a tapestry of verses, bold and free,
Once
you crawled inside my being nestled underneath my skin taking in the air I’m breathing like an identical twin consuming my attention
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDon't Count Marbles
Droplets like marbles, dropping from the hand on high, why count them at all?
James GreenPublished 2 months ago in Poets